At last week's appointment, baby measured about 6.5lbs and I saw her tufts of hair in the ultrasound! That was cool.
My jiggling belly is a source of daily entertainment. At church, much to the distraction of those around us, my friend was very vocal about her fascination with her movement - "Ahh! Cool! Gross! Whoa! Weird!" Her reactions were hilarious.
Bella prays at night that we can be a "big family". I asked for some clarification on this "big family" request. All it means is we are having a baby. *Phew* Wouldn't want to destroy a child's faith in prayer by not coming through on the "big family". ha.
She bear hugged my belly today in church and said, "I love you baby Ruby!" We're both quiet fond of this name. She says she picked it, although I recall her original name choice was "Red Lightning".
Funny story. So, I was squatting down on the balls on my feet to get something out of the lower cupboard, and without any time to catch myself, I began tipping backwards. To soften the blow, I opted to fall to my bum first, but momentum (and my zero core strength) just kept pullin' me backwards.
I felt 80 years old as I lie on my back laughing out loud. Bella had to help me back up.
It was one of my finer moments.
I actually feel really good physically. So blessed! Emotionally, I'm ready. I visualize everything going well, staying calm, and feeling relaxed during labor & delivery. Can't wait!